Life Story: I was born on a mildly warm summer morning, my mother alone in the hospital room - writhing in pain and sweating like a mad muscle brained man. I was conceived at 11:09 in the morning [or so says my mother] and I was a fat healthy baby girl, with little wisps of brown hair clinging to my slick scalp. From then on started my story, a shy little girl who fell in love with the mother of goodness: chocolate. And so my adventure as a shy little girl has continued on onto my young teen/adult years, even though most people will say I\'m not shy - that I am a loud, obnoxious, friendly short person who has a fetish for biting people. Well do believe them, if I get comfortable around you, you will be bitten at one point or another.